On reconnecting…

life has a funny way of proving me wrong. and i love that. with two babies and a husband, i am never physically alone. but since i was a kid, i quite literally felt like i didn’t really belong anywhere, with anyone. like the puzzle piece that doesn’t fit. and as much as it seems like i might talk about it, there are many thoughts i have never let hit anyone else’s ears. to avoid being judged, i stay to myself…

but something in my spirit told me to answer a bat signal put out by an old friend. we hadn’t really spoken in years. a “hello” here and there. a t-shirt request for my daughter’s second birthday. nothing of substance. but something about the post she made told me to ask if she wanted company. i know i did. i was two months postpartum after my second baby. i was elated to have my kids and to be at home wit my family for recovery, but something still felt… hollow.

we met up for brunch a week ago and i realized that we felt so similar about so many things. our hearts were open to each other’s situations. our minds were connected on the subjects. we met up again for lunch and some updates (because somehow both of us had some rather important developments). i’m so glad that we got to speak. you’ve made my friend circle a little bit bigger, and the soon coming departure from home a little more bitter.

zeniya, thank you for posting that post and being open enough to meet with me. i’m so glad we reconnected.